It was 1 a.m., and there were four lap dances happening around the newly opened all male, all-nude club, classy sofas and classy metal chairs adore the place. It's very trendy. Opened by a local professional women, married and mother to three kids she had the idea after seeing the movie Magic Mike. All her friends had said there was nothing like what they saw in the movie anywhere. The owner commented that "Nowadays, it’s a lot more culturally acceptable for both men and women to go to strip clubs. Plus, couples and groups of girls are becoming more common as clientele and are welcome."
I think it’s hilarious whenever a woman says something like ‘my boyfriend just isn’t into strippers,’ or ‘my husband isn’t the type to get a lap dance.’ I mean, please! I wish I could smack their faces with a spiky reality stick. The naiveté drives me insane, even if it’s some kind of survival mechanism. Wake up and smell the jizz, ladies.
Men like naked women just as much as women like seeing men naked! Finally now we can all just be honest and admit to enjoying some nakedness every once in awhile. With a couple of friends, we enjoyed our night. I did not know what to expect, but was not that naive to expect to see guys from Magic Mike or Chippendales.
We entered the place, and I first thought “hey cool, so it’s just like a small classy restaurant but a little darker and with lots of colorful light, cool. But see, it was not the type of club where you pay so much and see so little – it was the type of club where you pay so little and see so much. If you know what I mean.
Trust me this club you got to see plenty of dick and butts and what not. They have every size, color, shape and size. Well mostly larger than average on most of them! The first pair of strippers went on stage. They were dancing to a cheesy song and by dancing I mean grinding like they were being electrocuted slowly.
It was all cheesy but fun with some sexy thrown in. Apparently, as the night deepened, so did the club’s “arsenal”; the better looking ones started to go on stage (oh boy, here we go). And before I knew it, I was sitting beside a live, breathing, handsome, ripped, barely clothed male stripper. He had nothing but a G-Sting on as he picked me up and sat me on his lap. I could easily feel his penis laying against my leg and I admit I was more than aroused! He took my hands briefly and let me touch his chest and stomach, then got up to dance and said he would be back.
When he came back I had my first lap dance. He grinned on me, took his partially erect penis and rubbed it between my legs - oh so horny. I could have cum but I held it in. All of them had large penises but this one's was a weapon! I got plenty of grabbing and touching in on all - yes all his parts! Then, the clock struck midnight, and everyone on stage was just wearing a towel and an erection. The towels were dropped. Then, penis. Just everywhere.
So many of them, penis. They walked around the club, waving their dicks in front of our faces and asking for tips — in return you can touch them a lot more. For bigger tips a few women where able to almost give a blowjob, there are rumors you can get laid for the right amount of money. I admit seeing that much "man" in one place was a feast for the senses. I was also just fascinated with how different men look naked.
My main generalization: it’s hard for me to objectify men. Even if my panties where entirely wet from the whole ordeal. I don’t see them as chunks of muscles, I see them as people with family, and kids and feelings. Yes, half-naked male strippers in front of me and this is what I realize. I’m a loser, I know. I had a ton of fun though and yes I would go back. My husband got the best part out of the deal still. I came home horny (I warned him) it took me less than a minute to cum!
There’s a very large range of the types of strip clubs that exist, and different states have different laws, which may affect the experience somewhat. Here just outside of Denver you are able to serve alcoholic and the men can take off all there clothes which they all do much to my delight. The place was nice, a vintage feel, but plush and feminine. It was the first strip club exclusively to cater to women in Denver. Up scale to appeal to soccer moms, and professional women. Three sexy male dancers were busy on the three stages, dancing, swinging or straddling. they all start off fully clothed and slowly take it off.
I think it’s hilarious whenever a woman says something like ‘my boyfriend just isn’t into strippers,’ or ‘my husband isn’t the type to get a lap dance.’ I mean, please! I wish I could smack their faces with a spiky reality stick. The naiveté drives me insane, even if it’s some kind of survival mechanism. Wake up and smell the jizz, ladies.
Men like naked women just as much as women like seeing men naked! Finally now we can all just be honest and admit to enjoying some nakedness every once in awhile. With a couple of friends, we enjoyed our night. I did not know what to expect, but was not that naive to expect to see guys from Magic Mike or Chippendales.
We entered the place, and I first thought “hey cool, so it’s just like a small classy restaurant but a little darker and with lots of colorful light, cool. But see, it was not the type of club where you pay so much and see so little – it was the type of club where you pay so little and see so much. If you know what I mean.
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Trust me this club you got to see plenty of dick and butts and what not. They have every size, color, shape and size. Well mostly larger than average on most of them! The first pair of strippers went on stage. They were dancing to a cheesy song and by dancing I mean grinding like they were being electrocuted slowly.
It was all cheesy but fun with some sexy thrown in. Apparently, as the night deepened, so did the club’s “arsenal”; the better looking ones started to go on stage (oh boy, here we go). And before I knew it, I was sitting beside a live, breathing, handsome, ripped, barely clothed male stripper. He had nothing but a G-Sting on as he picked me up and sat me on his lap. I could easily feel his penis laying against my leg and I admit I was more than aroused! He took my hands briefly and let me touch his chest and stomach, then got up to dance and said he would be back.
When he came back I had my first lap dance. He grinned on me, took his partially erect penis and rubbed it between my legs - oh so horny. I could have cum but I held it in. All of them had large penises but this one's was a weapon! I got plenty of grabbing and touching in on all - yes all his parts! Then, the clock struck midnight, and everyone on stage was just wearing a towel and an erection. The towels were dropped. Then, penis. Just everywhere.
So many of them, penis. They walked around the club, waving their dicks in front of our faces and asking for tips — in return you can touch them a lot more. For bigger tips a few women where able to almost give a blowjob, there are rumors you can get laid for the right amount of money. I admit seeing that much "man" in one place was a feast for the senses. I was also just fascinated with how different men look naked.
My main generalization: it’s hard for me to objectify men. Even if my panties where entirely wet from the whole ordeal. I don’t see them as chunks of muscles, I see them as people with family, and kids and feelings. Yes, half-naked male strippers in front of me and this is what I realize. I’m a loser, I know. I had a ton of fun though and yes I would go back. My husband got the best part out of the deal still. I came home horny (I warned him) it took me less than a minute to cum!
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